#Triskele tattoo meaning

[sundrop-writes]

you were nice to me and acknowledged my existence so i hope you know that means you’ve unknowingly asked for all my dumbass, hyper-specific 12AM bullshit thoughts.

you can turn this into a mini blurb or teen wolf pack headcanon - whatever works for you, but who do you think in the pack is would be into you wearing a necklace (or any form of jewelry really) with their name/initial on it? are they buying it for you or is it something you would have to initiate, do they want one too with your name/initial on it?

i know it’s not everyone’s thing but i think it can be really adorable 🥰

if this isn’t your vibe just let me know, no biggie 🩷

This is absolutely my vibe!!! I love this prompt so much omg. Also, I love it when people come to me with their random 12am bullshit - whether it's just to rant in my inbox about fictional characters or to suggest fic ideas. This is what Tumblr inboxes are for

My requests for Teen Wolf are open!! Just make sure to read my rules first!!

What would the pack think of you wearing a necklace that represents them?

A/N: I changed it from an initial to a representative symbol, partially because of a tiktok that Star sent me the other day of someone selling Teen Wolf necklaces in an Etsy shop that I can't stop thinking about and I want one so badly, and partially because I think Derek's tattoo would make a really amazing necklace.

Warnings: descriptions of canon level violence, I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible (please let me know if I messed up anywhere on that), Isaac's low self eesteem due to his father's abuse, mentions of Jackson x Lydia, references to sex (but nothing descriptively smutty), I think that's it.

Includes: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes (I got tired while writing this so that's all the characters we have lmao)

Derek would love it. It would be his idea - he would be the one to give you the necklace.

He met you shortly before becoming an Alpha, and you were the defining member of his pack. You were the first person he had bitten in order to turn them - you had been bleeding out outside of the Hale house after Peter had stuck his claws through your stomach, sensing Derek's attachment to you (even if it was something that Derek himself hesitated to admit), and he had called Derek weak for taking a liking to you. So the moment after Derek had slashed Peter's throat open, making him the Alpha, he had used his new found power to bite you, ultimately saving your life.

You were someone he had once viewed as his weakness, but he had come to realize that you were his ultimate strength. You showed him how to interact with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd with kindness and understanding, you showed him how to harness his Alpha power with more than just the anger he harboured inside. You showed him love - something his isolated heart hadn't felt in years.

To him, the triskele tattoo on his back represented the three forms of a wolf could take - the powerful, leading Alpha, the following Beta, and isolated, weak Omega. It represents how a wolf can rise to power, but he can also fall to weakness if he's not careful.

When he gave you a necklace with that same symbol as its pendant, he explained to you why it was so important to him that you wear it.

"You have helped me rise to my full potential." He told you, pinning the clasp behind your neck. "Every time I look at this around your neck, I want to be reminded of that. I want to be reminded not to fall to anything less." He kissed the base of your neck, causing you to break into a large smile as his thick, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. "I need to be reminded to serve you a good, loyal Alpha every single day. Not to fall back into my former weaknesses."

"I thought I was your weakness?"

"No. You're my strength."

Isaac would be unsure about it. And it most definitely was not his idea.

It started with you and Lydia hanging out before a lacrosse game - the two of you were getting ready in her room, and while she finished up her makeup, she said 'oh!' as if suddenly remembering something, and then went to her jewellery box. You looked on in curiosity as she pulled out a necklace, and when you squinted closer, you saw that it was a silver pendant with the number 37 on it.

"What's that?" You asked.

"It's Jackson's jersey number." She told you. "It's good luck for a player's girlfriend to wear his jersey number, and I didn't want some big ugly jacket with the numbers written on the back."

It made you wonder if you should wear Isaac's jersey number to the game, even though the two of you had been playing around with dating, not exactly official. Isaac was hesitant on PDA and labels. Lydia encouraged you, though, and she ended up using a red lipstick to write his number 14 on your cheek, making you look like a crazed fan - but everybody at the game already knew who you were there for.

Before the next game, Lydia gifted you with a necklace similarly to her own, with the promise that she wouldn't have to freeze her ass off in the stands alone - and to her, it was like the two of you had matching best friend necklaces, representing the lugheads that you cheered for on the field together. At first, you only wore it to games. But then you found comfort in wearing it all the time.

Isaac, of course, took notice of this - his eyes easily magnetized to the number 14 glimmering on the silver chain around your neck.

He felt like he didn't deserve to have a mark on you. He was undeserving of claiming you, undeserving of being called your 'boyfriend'. He was worthless, and you wearing something that represented some kind of serious relationship between the two of you - why did you want him? Why?

After a long, tiring night of talking, some tears, and eventually some kissing - he finally understood. And from then on, he was more than proud to have his 14 constantly shining around your neck.

Scott would love it. But it would be your idea.

The two of you had to date in secret - your family had a loyalty, an alignment with the Argents, so you couldn't be seen with Scott in public, creating a deep frustration between the two of you when you couldn't hold hands in the hallways or go on 'real' dates like other couples could. Scott expressed a deep frustration at loving you, being your boyfriend, but not getting to be yours twenty-four seven like he wanted to, and that's what caused you to come up with the idea.

You got a silver heart locket necklace, and inside, put a picture of the two of you. Well - it was a piece of the picture of the two of you. You grabbed a photo of the two of you kissing, and cut out the space that had formed between your necks when your lips came together in a kiss - to anybody else (most important, if your family saw it) it would have looked like a photo of blank sky. But you and Scott were the only two people in the world who knew what the photo truly was.

And you gave him the rest of the photo with the missing heart shape cut out between the two of you so that he could be reminded of your next words every single time he looked at it.

"The space between us isn't what matters." You told him firmly, pointing to the space you had cut out of the photo. "No matter how big that space gets, we always know how much we love each other. We'll always have each other."

From then on, every single time he looked at the silver heart dangling around your neck, it was something he remembered with a smile. No matter how far the two of you had to be apart, no matter for how long - your love kept you together.

Stiles would absolutely love it. It would be his idea.

Stiles would be incredibly shy and shitting his pants nervous about asking you to wear his numbers, but the week before, you had asked him to be your boyfriend after a roaring success of a first date that he had no clue how he landed with you. His first game as a first linger was coming up, and he felt like things could only go up from here.

He had you, he was first line, so - he steadied his courage as he tightly gripped the black velvet box that had the shiny gold necklace in it, praying that this wouldn't be too much, too soon. Praying that he wasn't going to scare you off.

"Um, hey." He greeted you at your locker, a ball of nervous energy that had you giving him a questioning eyebrow.

"Good morning." You smiled at him, wondering why he was acting so strange. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips - a light, chaste kiss in greeting, and he felt himself nearly knocked over by the joy of it.

This was really real. He had you.

"What's that?" You asked, motioning toward the box in his hands.

"Oh, uh - a gift." He said. "For you."

"Stiles, you didn't have to. It's not my birthday or anything."

"I know." He said. "I want to - to do something special. To celebrate you being mine."

An intense wave of butterflies overtook you at this, and you look on in awe as he opened the box, presenting the necklace to you.

"It's - um - it's my jersey number. Ya know - 24. Just - it's a thing that people usually do, wearing their boyfriend's number... and I - am I being too weird? I'm sorry." He went off rambling the longer that you didn't speak, and you quickly raised a hand to his wrist, trying to calm him with a soothing touch there.

"I love it." You assured him with a smile. "Thank you. I can't wait to wear it."

"I could... help you put it on now?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and he excitedly grabbed it out of the box.

From then on, you never took it off. You were more than proud to be his, and proud to show it off by wearing the necklace.

Erica would fucking love it, but it wouldn't really be intentional on either of your behalves.

One thing Erica never expected about becoming a werewolf - how possessive it would make her. But being able to smell when someone had touched you, being able to hear how hard your heart pounded when you were scared or anxious - it made her want to rip apart anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. The two of you weren't even officially dating. Your friendship always crossed weird lines - you were the only person who was kind to her when she was an outcast, and after she transformed, you were the only person she knew for certain didn't just want her for her body.

The sex between the two of you was amazing, but you never talked about feelings.

One night in the haste of undressing, she dropped a necklace on your floor - a nameplate necklace that her parents had gotten for her birthday a few years ago. You didn't want to forget to bring it back to her, and you thought it was funny, a kind of joke - so you put it on. You thought nothing of having the name 'Erica' dangling around your neck in bold silver letters.

When Erica saw it - it drove all of her wolfish instincts insane. Seeing her claim on you, her name literally written across you - it took everything she had in her not to throw you across a table in the middle of the library and fuck your brains out, then and there.

And she saw the way other people reacted to it too. The way guys would go to flirt with you, but then their eyes would dart down to the necklace and then look to her, as if finally noticing her presence glaring at them, telling them to back off - and then they would scatter in fear. It was the first time in weeks that the two of you actually had peace.

So she implored you to keep it. She loved having a silent little claim on you. After all, wolves love claiming their territory, right?

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

[theorieee]

Somebody commented on my tattoo post saying the Triskelion was a Christian symbol invented by early Christian Celts in the 5th century. This is absolutely false and has no basis in any piece of reality.

The Triskelion, or Triskele, has origins for sure back to the Bronze Age. There is newer evidence coming out that it may actually go back further to the Neolithic Age. It can be found everywhere in Europe from the Mediterranean to the British Isles. It has strong associations with the Islands of Malta and Manx (specifically a triskelion with legs), and Ireland.

The Triskelion had such strong spiritual meaning to the people of modern day Ireland that when they converted Christianity, they associated the symbol with the holy Trinity. However, this association is weak, and instead the Triquetra was used much more often. The Triquetra still has heavy association with Irish Christianity.

This person also tried to invalidate my usage with The Morrigan by saying that it's mainstream usage with pagan deities is a modern invention by neopagans and reconstructionists. And my response is: that is completely true! Part of modern neopaganism is taking the scraps of pre-christian symbolism and spirituality we have and making something usable out of it. The association formally with The Morrigan is relatively new. However, it is an informed association. The Morrigan has always been associated with war and death, and the triskelion is still used in Ireland to denote patients who have died in hospital records.

In conclusion, the triskelion is a universal symbol in western culture (to the point where the United States Department of Transportation has a triskelion in their seal). Pagans have every right to use it.

[noyzinerd]

Mistakes Literally No One But I Have Ever Noticed (After Watching Teen Wolf Seven-ish Times)

🤣

Haha! Didn't expect THIS of all things to be the most interesting thing about me, but, sure.

Gurl, you want receipts? I got yo' receipts:

1. Season 2, Episode 2:

Around the 8:58 mark, you can see a crew member under the principal's desk tapping their foot, near Jackson's knee. (Wouldn't it be funny if the principal was actually hiding a secret blowjob buddy under his desk this whole time and they didn't expect the fucking sheriff to be there that day?)

Anyway, it's more noticeable on a big TV screen then a phone, so I tried my best to brighten and zoom in on the foot tapping the best that I could 😓. You might be able to see it in the first gif if you turn the brightness on your phone up to retina-searing though.

2. Season 3B, Episode 21:

Bare patches of unburned skin on the Nogitsune that the makeup department missed (two patches on the neck and a whole wrist)

3. Season 3A, Episode 5:

During the fight with the Alphas, Derek swings at Kali in the background, and Kali reacts like she's been hit, but there is clearly a very wide berth between both actors

4. Opening Theme Starting from 3A, And Season 1, Episode 9:

Derek's tattoo in the title sequence from 3A onward is the reverse of when we see it in the show. The triskele spirals swirl counterclockwise in the intro while the spirals swirl clockwise in the show. (Also the lines are thinner in the intro version too.)

So, just so we're all clear:

Intro triskele direction vs. Canon direction

5. Season 2, Episode 7:

In the fight between Scott and Jackson, around the 20:55ish minute mark, you can see Tyler Posey's stunt double for several shots.

And also a brief shot of Colton Haynes' stunt double from that fight if you pause just right

6. Season 1, Episode 6, and Season 5(B), Episode 18:

Allison reads about her ancestor, sent by King Louis the 15th, to kill the Beast of Gevaudan, who killed from 1764-1767. Not only was this person a man called Argent, he was said to have hunted the Beast down after his wife and four kids were killed by it.

Later, this ancestor is changed to a woman, Marie-Jeanne Valet played by Crystal Reed (not sent by a king, but, instead, her own sense of responsiblity and justice since the Beast was her brother), who marries a man named Henri Argent AFTER she had already killed the Beast (who actually started killing in 1760, not 1764).

Also, Lydia says all her research said that the Beast was killed by a man named Jean Chastel...?? Out of nowhere and for no reason? Even though she was the person Allison had been telling her family history to in season 1??

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(I mean, there's also the obvious mistakes everyone talks about, i.e. Liam/Mason/Corey/Hayden skipping a grade and all the times the kanima doesn't paralyze someone in a fight, etc., but I wanted to specifically highlight stuff people don't notice)

Some people can run really fast or lift heavy things.

Me? I guess my superpower is watching a whole fucking lot of Teen Wolf and regurgitating micro-observations.

Man, what a shitty superpower.

[aelianur]

Don't have any tattoos but my fiance and I have discussed getting a joint tattoo so I've been trying to think of how it would look like. Thought it should be something with meaning beyond our relationship, and since we're both in reenactment and I thought something that represents that would be good.

Left side would be a depiction of a yaguareté from a find from the middle ages in northern Argentina, to symbolize the warrior symbol par excellence in the region, a triskel from petroglyphs found in Galicia from Castro culture for my grandparents and the land they come from and the southern cross below.

On the right a slavic horse from a find in Poland, with a slavic sun wheel above and the Lada glyph. Still need to do some research and his bit is all for place holders to see if he liked the concept.

[wandasaura]

DID YOU SAY DEREK HALE

does this mean you're a fellow teen wolf girly

my first tattoo at 16 was the triskele inspired by teenwolf 🤭

-🩹

teen wolf was one of the first shows i wrote fics for and i’d like to permanently burn them off the internet 😭

[theodorobrejablog]

5.Semiotics - Analysing how I use semiotics in my characters

In this blog post I will talk about how semiotics are used in games and how I use semiotics in my own characters in order to give them depth and meaning.

In our daily lives we are constantly bombarded with signs, icons and symbols, which guide us and deliver information faster than text. Just as in our daily lives, in games icons and symbols play a crucial part for the player to understand and interact with the game. From the beginning, the player has to click on the game’s icon to launch the game. Moving forward, the player has to interact with the UI (user interface) to discover the game and access different mechanics and tools such as the menu, the gameplay, inventory, map, etc. The aesthetics of the user interface is important as it must captivate the player, help with the immersive experience, but it should be simple enough in order to easily navigate and not overwhelm the player.

When building my characters, I always try to gather inspiration from mythology, different cultures or even fauna and flora. As I concept art and designing are not two of my strongest areas, I try to find designs in nature or history that already work, and then adapt them to my character. In addition, I want my characters to be complex, to have an interesting background story and lore, as they are a key element for the veracity of the characters. In order to have a good character design, the story of the character has to be shown through the elements of the character, for example deteriorated props, scars, specific features, etc. This is the part where semiotics play an important role in the character’s design, as different props, necklaces, runes, symbols, tattoos, can tell more of the character’s story and personality than what you can see at first glance. 

Fig.1 Triskele prototype cover

In one of my recent projects, I designed the characters and a small environment for a game prototype that I created. The game is based on the runes and symbols of the Celtic culture, such as the Triskele and the Triquetra. Triskele symbolises the power of the three in unity. I made the concept of the characters after two of the meanings of the Celtic symbol Triskele: creation-preservation-destruction, spiritual-present-celestial. In the story of the game, a powerful warlock conjures a protection spell to save humanity from extinction when the planet is threatened by an imminent meteor shower. However, the magic required was too much for his body and split his soul into three spirits. You, as the three spirits, find in the old archives a legend of an ancient druid who could help unify your soul and bring back your body.

Fig.2 Mask

The three spirits represent creation, preservation and destruction. To unite their designs and connect them to the warlock whose soul got split, I designed a mask that broke into three pieces (fig.2), to symbolise the split soul. Each piece of the mask is placed on the head of the spirit and functions as their face (fig.1). For the mask I also took inspiration from the original Celtic masks as well as “The Green Man” face, which is a symbol of nature and life. The doesn’t have only a denotative function of a face covering, but it also has a connotative meaning, as it is believed that the face (the mask) is a symbol of the soul and that the eyes are the gate to it. In my case I used the symbolic meaning as part of the character’s design.

Fig.3 Ancient Druid

In order to keep a cohesive aesthetics throughout the prototype, I implemented the symbols in other elements as well, such as the ritual stone placed in the environment (fig.1), and the head symbol of the Ancient Druid (fig.3). I also thought of the relation between the two symbols: Triskele and Triquetra and used them in the game as the beginning and ending of the game. The split of the souls and the quests of the game are based on the meaning of the Triskele, which refers to the power of three functioning together, but still as separate entities, just like the split spirits of the soul. However, when you get at the end of the game when you meet the Ancient Druid that would unite your soul and bring back the warlock, the symbol is replaced by the Triquetra, which symbolises the power of three unified as a Celtic knot. 

To sum up, using semiotics as part of character’s design tremendously helps with the depth and complexity of the character. In my project, the symbols were straight forward, but there are many other characters in games that have more subtle representations such as clothes or features that represent their story and the environment they come from, not just in the fantasy genre. In the future, I intend to keep on working on how I build my characters and what meanings they transmit to the player.

Bibliography:

Fig.1: Artstation.com. Available at: https://theodorobreja.artstation.com/projects/r9B32m (Accessed: December 28, 2023).

Fig.3: Artstation.com. Available at: https://theodorobreja.artstation.com/projects/LeJzK0 (Accessed: December 28, 2023).

[phantomraeken]

Infected Dynasty Headcanons

Finally some sneak peaks at my new story I've been writing in the background

NOTE ON MY TATTOO HEADCANONS: i looked up the meanings to a lot of these. So if they seem random PLEASE look them up

I cannot ho on about tattoos enough. Brett has skeleton hand tattoos and a backbone tattoo that he's slowly getting roses added too. SLEEVED THEO. I know there were so many of you who were very excited about sleeved Theo and he's back. His left arm is covered in sma tattoos of the people who helped him be a better person. A few of those people being Liam, Scott, Kira, Lydia, and Noah. He also has a huge bat tattoo on his back. Malia has a bird tattoo, a hawk to be specific, on her lower back. The triskele actually has a few people who wear it! Kira has one on her back at the base of her neck, Derek has his, Stiles has one on his uperarm / shoulder area, and Corey has it on one of his wrists. Both Corey and Liam both have moths. Ethan has his brothers name and the words " I love you " tattooed on his wrists in his brothers hand writing. Allison has a arrow that sprouts into a rose on one of her arms. The rose is associated with tarot cards. I have a few others in mind but I'm still on the fence about them.

I'll go into brief sexual / gender orientations for pwople who i have down. Brett is poly, bi, and hyperromantic. Liam is trans ( ftm ) and pansexual. Theo is also trans ( ftm ) and unlabled. Scott is bisexual. Isaac is gay, intersex and transmasc. Nolan is pansexual. Lydia is aroace and abrosexual. Kira is omni with a lean towards women. Malia is also intersex, transfem, and lesbian. Derek is hypersexual and bi. Stiles is bi. Cora is lesbian and gender fluid ( she / they / he ) . Mason is gay. Corey is gay and a demi - boy. And last but not least is Jackson who is pansexual and a demi - boy.

One of my favorites, living arrangements. Almost everyone lives in the same apartment complex. Scott, Allison, and Isaac share a two bedroom house. Scott and Allison share a room. Derek and Stiles live at his loft. Theo and Liam share a apartment. So do Kira and Malia, Mason and Corey, Jackson, Ethan and Danny. Everyone else has their own apartment. Although sleepovers happen a lot. They all have a weekly dinner together at either Derek or Scott's place.

I'll add on later!

[impeccablenest68]

Celtic Band Tattoo Meaning: Exploring the Symbolism and Significance - Impeccable Nest

Celtic art and culture are deeply rooted in ancient traditions, stemming from the Celtic tribes that inhabited Europe over 2,000 years ago. The interconnected motifs found in Celtic design represent an intricate web of meanings. Let’s explore some common themes associated with Celtic symbolism: Celtic knotwork, characterized by its continuous loops and interlacing patterns, represents the eternal cycle of life and interconnectedness. These knots often symbolize unity, eternity, and the binding together of spiritual forces. Spiral motifs within Celtic art signify the cyclical nature of existence. They embody life’s journey, personal growth, and the perpetual movement of energy. Spirals can also reflect the natural elements such as water, air, earth, and fire. The triskele, comprised of three interlocking spirals, is a prominent Celtic symbol. It embodies significant triads like past, present, and future; land, sea, and sky; - w7ehicgk0z

[letsgethaunted]

"The Sect of the Elements"

Triskele

One of the oldest Celtic symbols is the Triskele (also called Triskel or Triscele), the first examples of which are dated around 3000 BC. and which represents unity but also the trinity.

3 was an important number in Celtic culture, in fact everything according to the Celts was the facet of a triad. We can find this symbol engraved on the stones of Newgrange, one of the oldest places of worship in Ireland, which dates back to the Neolithic period, in 3200 BC.

The decorative motif of the Triskele was born before the Celts and was then absorbed into their tradition. It appears in ancient Greece and is also the symbol of Sicily, which was once called Trinacria due to its triangular shape.

The Triskele depicts a spiral that unfolds in 3 spokes and rotates in the circle of eternity and is a symbol of perpetual motion and the evolution of life and therefore also the determination to improve oneself and overcome the adversities encountered in life.

The spiral is also a symbol of man's quest to rise towards divinity.

Meaning of the 3 rays:

Karantez – love/creativity,

Skiant – knowledge/wisdom,

Nerz – strength/will.

As a tattoo it is a very widespread symbol used to get help in a competition and at the same time also represents protection and progress.

The Triskele was often engraved on ornamental accessories. The meaning of this symbol also varies based on the direction of the rays: right-handed or left-handed Right-handed triskele If the rays of the spiral rotate to the right, the Triskele represents the swirling of energies from the inside out and the infinite movement of life as the only way to achieve change.

The message it transmits to the soul of those who decide to use it is that they have probably accumulated enough energy and the time has come to let it out in order to continue their growth.

Left-handed triskele If the rays of the spiral rotate to the left, the Triskele represents a return to unity, an invitation to interiority to awaken the divine part within us.

The message it transmits to the soul of those who decide to use it is that from now on they must think more about themselves by returning to their own living space since they can help others only when they themselves are well, in fact this symbol they choose those who have given themselves too much to others, also taking paths that do not reflect their own will but only to make other people happy.

"La Setta degli Elementi"

Triskele

Uno dei più antichi simboli celtici è la Triskele (detto anche Triskel o Triscele), i cui primi esemplari sono datati intorno al 3000 a.C. e che rappresenta l’unità ma anche la trinità.

Il 3 era un numero importante nella cultura celtica, infatti t.utto secondo i celti era la sfaccettatura di una triade.

Possiamo trovare questo simbolo inciso sulle pietre di Newgrange, uno dei luoghi di culto più antichi d’Irlanda, che risale al periodo Neolitico, nel 3200 a.C.

Il motivo decorativo della Triskele è nato prima dei celti e venne poi assorbito nella loro tradizione.

Appare nella Grecia antica ed è anche il simbolo della Sicilia, che un tempo era chiamata Trinacria a causa della sua forma triangolare.

La Triskele raffigura una spirale che si snoda in 3 raggi e che ruota nel cerchio dell’eternità ed è simbolo del moto perpetuo e dell’evoluzione della vita e quindi anche la determinazione a migliorarsi e a superare le avversità incontrate nella vita.

La spirale è anche simbolo della ricerca dell’uomo di elevarsi verso la divinità.

Significato dei 3 raggi:

Karantez – l’amore/la creatività,

Skiant – la conoscenza/la saggezza,

Nerz – la forza/la volontà.

Come tatuaggio è un simbolo molto diffuso ed utilizzato per avere un aiuto in una competizione e rappresenta allo stesso tempo anche protezione e progresso.

Il Triskele veniva spesso inciso su accessori ornamentali.

Il significato di questo simbolo varia anche in base alla direzione dei raggi: destrorso o sinistrorso

Triskele destrorso

Se i raggi della spirale ruotano verso destra il Triskele rappresenta il turbinare delle energie dall'interno verso l'esterno ed il movimento infinito della vita come unico modo per realizzare un cambiamento.

Il messaggio che trasmette all'anima di chi decide di utilizzarlo è che probabilmente ha accumulato abbastanza energia ed è arrivato il momento di lasciarla uscire per poter continuare la propria crescita.

Triskele sinistrorso

Se i raggi della spirale ruotano verso sinistra il Triskele rappresenta un ritorno all'unità, un invito all'interioritá per risvegliare la parte divina dentro di noi.

Il messaggio che trasmette all'anima di chi decide di utilizzarlo è che d'ora in poi deve pensare di più a sé stesso tornando al proprio spazio vitale poiché può aiutare il prossimo solo nel momento in cui egli stesso starà bene, infatti questo simbolo lo scelgono coloro che si sono concessi troppo agli altri intraprendendo anche strade che non rispecchiano la propria volontà ma per il solo far felici altre persone.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 38: Evolution

Sam, Derek, Liam, and Stiles sat in the back of the police transport while Braeden drove. Sam sat next to Liam, since Stiles didn't feel like having his throat in Liam's reach.

In precaution, they put a set of handcuffs around Liam's wrists, keeping him chained to the bench.

"All good?", Derek asked. Liam pulled on the cuffs, testing the strength and nodded. Derek sighed softly in relief. "Okay. Now, I brought something to help you."

Stiles and Sam watched as Derek pulled out the triskele talisman and held it out to Liam. "This has been with my family for centuries. It's a very powerful supernatural talisman.", Derek said. "We use it to teach betas how to control themselves on a full moon."

Liam took the triskele as he took it, almost admiring the design. Sam and Stiles looked at Derek in confusion. Derek glared at Stiles and jerked his head toward the triskele, making Sam and Stiles understand what he was trying to do.

"Yes," Stiles said and cleared his throat as he tried to go along with the lie. "It's powerful. Very powerful."

"It's what Kate came for after she had turned Derek younger.", Sam insisted.

Liam nodded and winced as he could feel the full moon's effect, causing his head to pound. He huffed, growing angry. "Whatever you were gonna teach me, I think you better start."

His fingers began to stretch into claws as his eyes started to glow, making Sam's eyes brighten in return. He started huffing, trying to compose himself. "We're right here, Liam.", Sam reassured, ready for his lashing out.

"Liam, you with me?", Derek called. "We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it. You focus on the words. It's like meditating — you say the words until you feel control coming back to you."

"Okay.", Liam said, his breath picking up in pace. "Okay, okay! What are the words?"

"Okay, look at the triskelion. See the symbol? I have a tattoo on my back, it's the same thing. Each spiral means something.", Derek explained.

"Alpha, beta, omega.", Stiles clarified.

"It represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another. Betas can become alphas. Alphas can become betas.", Derek said.

Liam let out a snarl before looking up at him and looking back down. "Can alphas become omegas?"

Derek nodded. "All you have to do is say the three words, and with each one, you tell yourself you're getting calmer, more in control. Go ahead."

"Alpha, beta—"

"Slower.", Derek ordered as Liam tried to rush the mantra.

"Alpha… Beta… Omega…" Liam took deep, shaky breaths. "Alpha… Beta… Omega…"

"Good.", Derek lightly praised. "Say it again. Remember, every time you say the words, you're getting calmer."

"Alpha… Beta… Omega…" Liam's voice shifted, turning deeper as he slowed down.

"Say it again.", Derek pressed, watching him carefully. Liam stopped saying the words and began yanking on the handcuffs instead.

"Derek, I don't think the powerful talisman-of-self-control is working.", Stiles warned. Liam tried to swipe at him, but Sam used the darkness of the vehicle to keep Liam down as Stiles flinched.

"Liam, say it again!", Derek said loudly as Liam started to scream and growl.

Liam tried to lunge at Derek, his movement shaking the vehicle. Braeden swerved, trying to keep the vehicle in control.

"Liam!", Derek, Stiles, and Sam shouted, trying to get to the beta.

"Derek?", Braeden called, worried.

Liam broke free of one of the handcuffs, trying to swing at them. Sam forced Liam's free hand away from the three before he got through and swiped at them.

"I think we're gonna need to go a little faster!", Stiles shouted, flinching at every buck and growl Liam sent.

"Keep going!", Derek yelled at Braeden, causing her to speed up.

To their shock, Liam's other hand was free. Sam also kept his other hand in opposite directions, making Liam snap at her. "Liam, you gotta stop! Do the mantra again!", she yelled.

"Derek, I don't think alpha, beta, omega is resonating with him!", Stiles warned.

"You know any other mantras?", Derek asked, angry.

"Liam, you remember what Brett said?", Sam brought up. He growled loudly. "What about him!?" The thought of Brett fueled the boy's anger.

"What three things cannot be long hidden?", Sam asked. Liam growled, not hearing her out. "Liam, look at me!! What are three things which cannot long be hidden? What three things?"

"Sun," Liam said, huffing and growling. "The moon… The truth."

"That's it. Say it again.", Stiles says, getting hopeful.

Liam shakily took a deep breath as he looked into Sam's yellow eyes. "The sun… the moon… the truth.", he repeated as he calmed down.

"Derek?", Braeden called.

Derek sat back in relief. Derek kept his eyes on Liam, who sat back down. "We're okay."

"Sun, moon, and the truth," Liam whispered. When he looked up at them once again, his eyes were back to normal, and his fangs were gone. "The sun, the moon, the truth."

"You think you'll be okay now?", Sam asked Liam.

"I - I think so," he said, leaning his head back against the wall of the van. "I can't believe I did it!" he said excitedly. Then he glanced at Derek and Stiles, chuckling. "For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear the two of you apart."

"Yeah, that would have made for an awkward ride home, so thanks.", Stiles mumbled.

Derek nodded in agreement and glanced out the window on the back door. Braeden had just pulled up to the church where Scott and Kira were being held. "You think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?"

Liam smiled and nodded softly. Sam grinned. "I told you; you could do it.", she praised. Liam grinned at her proudly.

Stiles huffed. "All right! We might actually be able to do this."

"And we're going home after this." Sam looked at Derek pointedly. "All of us."

Derek sighed softly but gave her a smile anyway and nodded.

He stood and moved to open the door. It took seconds. Mere seconds for them to have a small laugh together to everything flipping upside down.

A Berserker grabbed Derek out of the transport and pinned him to a rock, and plunged a sharp bone into his chest three times.

Sam screamed in pain before she could leave the transport to help him. Stiles held her back, afraid of what he was seeing. Braeden emptied an entire clip of bullets into the Berserker, making it run off.

Once it did that, Stiles let Sam go. She stumbled over to Derek's side, kneeling beside him. All she could see was blood. She didn't know what to do. Her hands were shaky as she wasn't sure what was good and what wasn't.

His eyes were already fluttering as he grunted and panted in pain. "How bad is it?", Peter asked, looking over at his nephew in mortification.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!", Derek said, panting. "Just get to Scott."

"Derek, you're bleeding out!", Sam exclaimed, incredulously and looked at Peter, ignoring the pain in her own body. Peter couldn't even meet her eyes. He knew just as much as she did. He wasn't gonna make it.

"Just find him," Derek coughs. "I'll be right behind you. Go!"

Malia pulled Peter away and toward the church. Liam reluctantly followed, glancing back at Derek. Sam shook her head. "I'm not leaving. I told you I'm not leaving you again.", she said as Stiles pulled at her.

Derek tried giving her a smile. "You have to save your best friend. Go." Derek looked at Stiles with a nod and the boy pulled her up.

"I got him.", Braden reassured them. Sam looked at her with glossy eyes before being pulled away by her best friend.

"Hey…", Derek calls, catching their attention. "Save him.", Derek said softly. Stiles nodded before leading Sam after the others.

No one knew what to say once everyone was in the church. Despair hung over their heads as they tried to think about what to do.

"This way.", Peter led the way down into the tunnels as the teens followed him. He paused. "Okay, everyone, stop. Stop, stop.", he turned to them. "We gotta figure out where we are, then we gotta figure out how to find Scott and Kira."

Stiles' phone started ringing, much to everyone's shock. "How do I even have service…", he muttered then answered it with a nervous look. "Hi dad…" Peter frowned at the boy as the others heard the sheriff's angry voice. "Okay dad, I know you're angry."

"Oh, I'm beyond angry, I've reached a level of fury that you could not possibly comprehend.", Sheriff growls.

"Okay well, when I get back you can ground me.", Stiles replied.

"Ground you–? Ground you!? I'm going to hobble you!", his dad yelled and sighed. "Now please, tell me you're alright, tell me that you're safe."

"You want me to lie?", Stiles asked as he looked at everyone else.

"Oh God, okay tell me— tell me what I can do, how can I help?"

"Find Lydia, she was at the school when we called Mason to look for her but now, we're not hearing back from either of them, I don't know dad. I don't know what I'm doing, you know, I'm just trying to save my friends.", Stiles said, sadly.

"Okay, I'll find Lydia and Mason. You get Scott and Kira, you save your friends.", the sheriff replied.

"Dad, if it's one of the Berserkers at the school, you're gonna need firepower, a lot." Stiles hung up. "What do we do now?", Liam asked.

"Duck!", Malia said after she looked behind Liam. She grabbed his head and pushed him down just as a Berserker came out of nowhere and started attacking them.

"Get down, go, go, go!", Peter yelled. They started running away from it, unable to properly fight it in such a tight space but led it to an open area.

"Go find Kira and Scott!", Sam yelled at Stiles and threw Kira's sword toward him. She, Peter and Malia turned back to the Berserker, growling at the monster.

Before she could even attack, she dropped to a knee, clutching at her chest. Peter moved her out of the way once the berserker tried to swing at them.

"What's the matter?", Peter asked, watching as Sam's eyes filled with tears once she looked up at him with wide eyes. His own widened as he helped her up. "Go.", he says, and turns back to the berserker.

Sam rushed out of the church, evading the gunshots and berserkers as she rushed back to Braeden who kneeled beside an unconscious… dead Derek.

"Derek…", Sam murmured, catching Braeden's glossy eyes. She shook her head as her own pooled over as she rushed to him, taking his face in her hands. "Derek, open your eyes! Please!" she didn't get a response from him. "Derek, please, say something! Open your eyes!", she cried.

"I don't wanna do any more goodbyes! I don't wanna say goodbye!!", she yelled, her vision blurred with unstoppable tears.

She didn't get any responses and brought her forehead to his. He felt so clammy. Every warmth he had wasn't there anymore. "We were supposed to go home…", she whimpered. He was lifeless.

She wasn't prepared for this. Not at all. As she stared at the dead Hale before her, she heard the yelling feminine voice of the hated Argent before digging her forehead in the crook of Derek's neck.

In seconds, everything sounded like white noise. The growling stopped; the gunshots stopped. It seemed like time had stopped as well.

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After Liam snapped Scott out of his berserker form, Scott stood fully shifted into his alpha state, his bright red eyes targeted on Peter.

"Peter…", he growled. "The only one who knew as much as Argent about the Berserkers, about the Nagual. You taught Kate—"

"I'm aware of what I did.", Peter interrupted. "For the sake of power, you caused pain. And now look what you did.", Scott sneered.

"I'm not letting you out of here—", Scott snarled. Before Scott could make a move, every supernatural in the room covered their ears to block out the sudden, agony filled wail that echoed in the tunnels of the church.

As it ended, Peter's eyes widened. "Derek.", Peter muttered.

"He's dead…?", Stiles asked.

He knew it was his fault. There was nothing else he could do. Peter's jaw clenched as he shifted, making Malia growl and snarl at him. Peter knocked her back and looked at Scott. "Take me down if you can."

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Braeden looked at the younger girl before her, unable to move as she watched Sam transform. She looked down to see her boots stepping on purple illuminated markings before looking at the girl in bewilderment.

Sam walked away from Braeden and Derek's fallen body, stepping into the bright circle she had subconsciously created. Her hair changed in the moonlight, what was usually dark brown hair, each coil turned to a shiny white color that illuminated in the night and contrasted her chestnut skin.

The usual black crescent moon that sat between her eyebrows illuminated the opposite color once she stepped out of their hiding place.

Her short nails turned into claws, the length of the blackened covering on her fingers extended to her upper arms. Her eyes, now pooling over with dark tears that dripped down her plump cheeks as her irises didn't glow yellow but flickered a bright indigo color.

She glanced at all the hunters and berserkers she saw, looking at them with malice until her eyes targeted Kate Argent.

"Sammy. Nice to see you again.", Kate grunted, trying her best to move but to no avail. Sam didn't respond but stepped closer to the older woman.

Before she could get closer, a berserker managed to rush over to her and before it could swipe at her, Sam clutched the head of the monster, putting force into crushing it in her hand.

As she dropped the head, she glanced at Kate once more.

"Sam, stop! Whatever you're thinking, you don't have to do it!", she hears the voice of Chris Argent. She saw the older man, who was struggling to get out of her hold. Sam tilted her head silently.

It didn't make any sense to her. Didn't he want Kate dead as well? She mercilessly, ruthlessly killed people. She killed innocent people just for the fun of it.

What was so wrong about her choice?

She turned back to Kate who glared at her. "You little bitch.", the werejaguar growled.

"You killed him. You killed his family. You took everything from him.", Sam said as she stared at the woman.

"It was just a matter of time. He was naive. Ignorant. Just like you.", Kate mocked. "What, you want me to apologize? You want to apologize for doing my job to get rid of monsters?"

The more Kate spoke, the more Sam could only remember the anger she felt for everything that happened up until now.

Peter chasing after her and Scott, the beatings she got, the possessions, Matt, Jennifer, Allison, Aiden, the Nogitsune. Everything she felt fueled the unruly fury she felt for the woman before her.

She didn't want to kill Kate. At least, not yet. She wanted to see her writhe in agony. To beg her to stop before finally putting her out of her misery.

That's what she wanted. That's what Kate will get.

Sam walked up to the woman, immediately swinging on the frozen woman. It was cheap, unfair to beat on a woman that couldn't move to defend herself, but Kate set a whole family on fire. A family that wasn't prepared for such a thing. A family who loved and lived happily.

"Sam!", Chris shouted, calling the girl who was relentlessly beating his sister to the ground. "Sam, stop! Let her go!"

Sam paused, watching Kate sputter and cough up blood. "You said it yourself. You don't kill innocents. Yet she did just that. Why should I stop?" She turned to Chris. "That's why we're all here, right? To put her down? There's not enough torture in the world that'll make her stop, Chris!!", she yelled at the older man.

Chris frowned in shock as he watched Sam's face contort from blankness to immediate fury. He'd seen her irritated, hell, he'd seen her cry. However, this was wrath he was witnessing. And it all started because of his sister's actions.

Sam lifted a hand that caused Kate to choke and levitate. She watched as Kate looked down at her, mortified and confused as she tried to gasp for air. Sam wasn't having it, though. She used Kate's shadow to pry away the woman's hands from her own neck, stretching out her arms like she had done to Jennifer.

She wanted nothing more than to choke the woman out, watching her turn blue before allowing her to breathe once more. To continue the pattern just to see Kate lose hope like Derek did.

"You can't do this, Sam. Remember when you stood in front of Stiles? You stopped me from killing him! I don't want you to regret something like this!", Chris shouted, desperately. "I doubt Derek would want you to kill! What about the others? Your friends? How do you think they'll feel once they know their friend is a murderer??"

Sam let out a warning growl. It was one thing to try to get her stop her actions, but trying to bring her friends into this, guilt tripping her, it was– it was–

Sam dropped Kate, growling to herself in frustration. She, once again, let her guilt get the best of her. Her attention snapped over the woman below her as she laughed and gasped maniacally. "Like I said, naive and ignorant. I'm gonna kill you.", Kate said.

Kate jumped to lunge at Sam but stopped as they heard a loud growl. It hadn't come from Sam and no other werewolf was here. At least, she thought.

Sam turned to look at Derek, expecting him to still be dead, but instead he'd disappeared. His whole body was gone. She heard another growl and looked at a large black wolf that had jumped out from behind the wall Derek's slumped body was once leaning on. With piercing blue eyes, the wolf jumped at Kate, knocking her back and tore into her arm.

Once it stopped, Kate growled as she tried to get away. Sam's hold on everybody around her lessened as she crumbled to her knees.

The wolf that attacked Kate morphed into a familiar figure that made her heart skip.

"Derek…?"

Derek, who held a smug look, towered over Kate.

Sam couldn't take her eyes off of him. She was afraid that what she was seeing was a hallucination. She hallucinated so bad that even Kate was afraid, but Kate's face reassured her that he was real.

He was alive.

"You were - you were dead," Kate stuttered.

"No… I was evolving," Derek said. "Something you'll never do."

Before Sam could snap out of her shock, the Berserker, now able to move, rushed toward Derek, ready to swipe its bone dagger at him. However, Derek moved faster, grabbing the Berserker's skull-covered head and caving in as Derek killed the Berserker with his bare hands.

As shocked as everyone was, Derek was even shocked at his own newfound strength. He almost seemed proud of himself.

Kate tried to escape, seeing as her plans were failing quite quickly. Chris aimed his gun at his sister and brought everyone out of shock with the sound of a gunshot as the bullet full of yellow wolfsbane hit Kate square in the chest. She ran off, disheartened that her own brother shot her.

"Derek?", Sam whispered, catching his eyes. They widened once he looked her over. "That's a new look for you.", he smiled. Her sparkling eyes dimmed as her powers slowly dissipated once she teared up.

"You're alive…", she muttered, her head suddenly pounding as her adrenaline drained her, making her almost fall to the dirty ground, had Derek not caught her before she could.

Once she opened her eyes, she recognized the roof of Stiles' Jeep as it was now broad daylight. She looked to see Stiles sitting next to her.

He looked all dirty and tired. She sat up, catching his attention. "She lives.", he joked. She immediately gave him a hug. "What happened in there? Did you get Scott and Kira?", she rushed.

He nodded over to show her Scott talking to a now clothed Derek. She sighed in relief. Stiles gave her the rundown of what happened and her being in disbelief was an understatement.

Once she composed herself, she found Peter by the SUV that he leaned on and walked over to him. He looked up to see her and looked down. He looked all beat up and dirty.

She stood next to him. "So… you got your ass whooped finally." Peter scoffed. "If that's all you're going to tell me, I don't want to hear it, Samantha."

She smiled. "That's not all. I'm here to say thank you.", she said, making him look at her in wonder. "What could you possibly be thanking me for?", he asked.

"You saved my best friend. Instead of killing him, you saved him. Gave him another chance to prove himself. I appreciate it.", she said, making him look down.

He grunted, grabbing his arm after she gave it a hard punch. "But I don't appreciate you going behind our backs and teaching the one person that killed your family how to use her new powers for evil. It's backwards as hell.", she frowned.

He rubbed his arm with a sigh. "I know. It was stupid. I understand that already."

"I'm glad you got it through your head. You're lucky your nephew didn't knock the shit out of you for letting it happen.", she says.

"Don't worry, I'm still considering it.", she hears Derek say as she watches him walk up to them. Peter sighed once more, moving away as Derek stood in front of Sam.

She smiled at him. "So… a wolf, huh?" He scoffed with a smile, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, my mom used to be able to turn into a wolf. Guess it was just a matter of time before I did."

Her smile softened as she hugged him. "I'm so glad you're okay.", she whispered in his chest. He hugged her back. "Thanks for not giving up on me."

She grinned at him. "I could never give up on you. I'm too stubborn." He smiled softly. "Very."

He let her go once Scott came up to them, pulling Sam into a tight hug. "You're such an ass for doing me like that.", she mumbled in his shoulder. He chuckled. "My bad."

She brought Kira into a hug, swaying the smaller girl as she cried in relief.

The hunters were getting ready to leave, and Chris would be going with them. He was looking at everyone, almost sympathetically. "You're really going with them?" Scott asked, frowning at the older man.

"I made a deal with the Calaveras weeks ago," Chris told them. "They'll leave you alone — all of you." He gave a pointed look to Scott who broke his promise to Araya not to bite someone. "But only if I help them catch Kate."

"What if you can't?", Kira asked him.

"I'll find her," he said, nodding. "Someone has to."

They watched as the hunters left, only leaving Derek, Braeden and Peter to leave last. Derek looked at Sam sympathetically, but she nodded as much as it hurt. She knew he was gonna leave.

After all, there was no peace in Beacon Hills. He brought her into a tight hug and she reciprocated. "It'll be a couple of weeks until I come back. I'm not saying goodbye.", Derek said as they pulled away.

Sam gave him a watery chuckle. "Me neither." He smiled. Her eyes widened as she felt his warm lips press against her forehead, catching her surprise.

"Hey, no PDA!", she heard Stiles call and laughed at his antics. She looked up to see Derek's amused face as he rolled his eyes. The endearing affection was enough to reassure her that he'd be okay.

She backed away with a smile. "I'll see you when I see you, yeah?", he smiled. She nodded. "Make that soon."

He nodded at the teens before him before getting into the SUV. Sam stood by her friends as they watched them drive away, her supernatural friends instantly sensing the saddening waves roll off of her. Stiles wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sighed.

The ride home wasn't as intense as the night was before. For now, all they had to worry about was the flourish anger of their worried parents and the rest of their school year.

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I might have to put this request on the back burner for now

I think I've stated this before, but as a writer, I don't like to push myself to write a piece I don't love or feel like isn't working. Especially 'cuz I'm still young, burnout is something I really fear. And for whatever reason, I can't come up with anything to write for this one. So I'm gonna take a break from it for now.

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Witch Symbols

Air element

The symbol for Air as one of the four classical elements in alchemy is a triangle with a line through it. Air is used in rituals when a Wicca practitioner is drawing attention to wisdom or communication. It can also be used to symbolize the east or breath (life in general).

Represents: air, the east, the soul, life, communication, wisdom.

Used in rituals for: momentum, wisdom.

Earth element The symbol for Earth as one of the four classical elements in alchemy is an upside down triangle with a line through it. Earth is used in rituals when a Wicca practitioner is drawing attention to the divine feminine, motherhood, growth, life, and/or nature.

Represents: divine feminine, earth, nourishment, endurance, the body.

Used in rituals for: money, fertility.

Fire element The symbol for Fire as one of the four classical elements in alchemy is a triangle. Fire is used in rituals when a Wicca practitioner is drawing attention to masculine energy or transformation. It is strong energy that initiates, purifies, destroys, and begins something new.

Represents: fire, masculine energy, purifying energy.

Used in rituals for: purifying, new action.

Water element

The symbol for Water as one of the four classical elements in alchemy is an upside down traingle. Water is used in rituals when a Wicca practitioner is drawing attention to feminine energy. It can also be used to symbolize the east or breath (life in general).

Represents: feminine energy, the womb, water, the west, healing.

Used in rituals for: love, emotions, “washing away” negative energy.

Ritual Circle

This symbol is a perfect circle, sometimes with a pentagram inside. It represents the circle required to begin or complete any ritual.

Represents: transformation and completion, cycles.

Used in rituals for: protection, completing something.

Solar Cross

The solar cross, also known as a sun cross or Wotan’s cross, is a circle bisected by four lines, with a smaller circle in the center. It can represent the sun, the earth, the four seasons, or the four elements. Another form of a solar cross is the swastika.

Represents: sun, earth, four elements, four seasons.

Used in rituals for: transformation, endings, beginnings, solstice.

Sun Wheel

The sun wheel is another form of a sun cross as it is also a circle bisected by four lines. It can be used as a calendar with each section of the circle representing the time between an equinox or solstice and also represents the balance of the four seasons. This symbol is sometimes called the eight-spoked wheel.

Represents: sun, four seasons, fire, masculine energy, south.

Used in rituals for: celebrating seasons, invoking the sun.

Hecate’s Wheel

This is a symbol of the three stages of womanhood: maiden, mother and crone. The ancient Greek goddess Hecate was a goddess of crossroads (such as the crossroads between each phase of life for a woman). The wheel symbolizes these phases with a labyrinth and represents the power and knowledge in moving through life.

Represents: women, transformation.

Used in rituals for: invoking change and transformation.

Pentagram

A pentagram (or pentacle) is a circled five-pointed star that most people associate with witchcraft or satanism. Far from being an evil symbol the pentagram represents protection, the self, or the spirit. The five points of the pentagram represent five basic elements: earth, air, fire, water and spirit.

Represents: the elements.

Used in rituals for: protection.

Ankh

In Christian history, this symbol is known by the Latin phrase crux ansata, which means “cross with a handle”. The Wiccan history comes from the Egyptian symbol for life, called the ankh. This hieroglyph was very popular and is found on many artifacts dealing with Egyptian gods and Pharaohs. When used today it’s a symbol for protection and eternal life.

Represents: eternal life, the sun, feminine energy.

Used in rituals for: protection.

Celtic Shield Knot

A Celtic knot (also called Icovellavna) is an endless knot design that turns in on itself that originated with the Celtic people. When created in the shape of a shield, it is used as a symbol for protection used to ward off negative energy. These are often used as tattoos or jewelry designs that can be worn for protection.

Represents: the four elements.

Used in rituals for: protection.

Eye of Horus

The Eye of Horus is a symbol from ancient Egyptian that is used for protection or to connote power and good health. The symbol comes from Horus, a sky god in ancient Egypt whose eye was injured and then restored, which is why the symbol can be used for transformation, healing and redemption. This symbol can also be called a wedjat.

Represents: the Egyptian god Horus.

Used in rituals for: protection, healing.

Eye of Ra The Eye of Ra is a symbol from ancient Egyptian that is also used for protection. It’s an authoritative symbol that comes from the Egyptian sun god Ra. This symbol can also be called the udjat.

Represents: the Egyptian god Ra.

Used in rituals for: protection.

All Seeing Eye

The all seeing eye is a symbol of ultimate protection from the goddess. It is an eye emerging from rays of sunlight. This symbol is also called the eye of providence, because it symbolizes the providence of god/goddess protection and intervention.

Represents: god/goddess.

Used in rituals for: protection.

Seax Wica

Seax Wica is one tradition of Wicca. The symbol of this tradition, also called the the Seax Wica, refers to the moon, the sun, and the eight Wiccan holidays (like Samhain, winter solstice, autumn equinox).

Represents: the moon, the sun, the seasons, the Seax Wica tradition.

Used in rituals for: the Seax Wica tradition.

Horned God

The horned god is one of two primary deities worshipped in many Wicca traditions and symbolizes masculine energy. It is represented by a circle topped with a horn. In practice, this symbol is used when practitioners want to connote masculine energy.

Represents: masculine energy.

Used in rituals for: invoking the horned god, fertility.

Thor’s Hammer

Also known as Mjölnir, Thor’s hammer is a Norse symbol associated with the Norse god Thor. Thor’s hammer is an extremely powerful weapon that is more powerful than lightning or thunder and could flatten a mountain range.

Represents: a powerful unfailing weapon.

Used in rituals for: protection, power.

Triple Horn of Odin

The Triple Horn of Odin is another Norse symbol. Odin is the father of all the Norse gods and the symbol is three of his drinking horns. The symbol is a celebratory one, evoking the image of the god Odin toasting with his drinking horns.

Represents: ceremony, celebration, divine feminine.

Used in rituals for: celebrating, drawing on the divine feminine.

Triple Moon

The triple moon symbol is created by three moons (two crescent, one full) standing side by side. Unsurprisingly, the symbol represents the moon and phases of the moon as well as the phases of womanhood (maiden, mother, crone). This symbol is also called the triple goddess.

Represents: divine feminine, womanhood, the moon.

Used in rituals for: drawing down the moon.

Triple Spiral

A triple spiral symbol (also called a triskele or triskelion) is made up of three spirals curling outward and inward. It

Represents: earth, sea, sky. It can also be used as a symbol for a country or place (the Isles of Man, Sicily).

Used in rituals for: reference to a specific place or to earthy, wind, and sky.

Yin Yang

This is a Chinese symbol representing dualities, dialectics, and balance. It symbolizes the interconnected and codependent nature of reality.

Represents: light and dark, good and bad, duality, balance.

Used in rituals for: good luck, balance.

Triquetra Triquetra means “triangle” in Latin. This symbol is used in the Christian tradition to refer to the holy trinity. In wicca, this version of a Celtic knot is used to refer to the three realms: earth, wind, and sky or mind, body, and soul.

Represents: earth, wind, sky, mind, body, soul.

Used in rituals for: any reference to three things you want to tie together.

Septogram

The septogram is known as a faery star. It has 7 points, which is a powerful number in magic.

Represents: 7 chakras, 7 elements, 7 days of the week, heaven.

Used in rituals for: protection, harmony.

Hexagram

The hexagram is considered an evil symbol because it has 6 points and 6 sides (referring to 666, the number of the devil). It consists of two triangles intersecting to form a star.

Represents: the devil.

Used in rituals for: conjuring the demonic, dark magic.

Information found on: https://thoughtcatalog.com/christine-stockton/2018/05/witchcraft-symbols-and-meanings/

[voidstilesplease]

in another life

part three

Stiles jerks awake to a pot clanging in the kitchen. He groans and thinks for a second that it must be his father making breakfast. Stiles rubs his eyes, opens his mouth for a loud yawn, and blearily blinks to an empty mattress on the floor. It takes a second for it to come back to him, and when it does, he pushes to a sitting position. Stiles stumbles, getting on his feet with the sheets wrapped around him, and ends up falling on the floor on all fours. He curses at the sting on his knees and hands, but he ignores it to race out of his room.

His bare feet thud as he dashes downstairs. Was the clacking noise from Theo and his dad hitting each other with pots and pans? Stiles won't put it past either one of them, even if he has sent a text message to his dad to warn him of the case.

When he reaches the kitchen, Stiles is ready to put forth his authoritarian voice to stop the two from murdering each other with cookware. But what greets him is an entirely different scene.

His father, who's still wearing his uniform, is by the stove, putting the pan onto it, while Theo is cracking eggs into a bowl. Stiles halts in his rushed steps and blinks. He also gapes like a fish. His dad turns around and gives Stiles a tight smile while Theo grins, albeit hesitantly.

Another beat and he finds his footing. "What's going on?" Stiles can't stop the surprise in his voice.

His dad heats the stove and turns completely, his face still pinched. A series of emotions cross the Sheriff's face as he glances at Theo and tries to form words. In the end, he sighs wearily and presses his lips together. He waves a hand in Theo's direction, "I came home to Theo, looking for the pan. So, I helped him out."

Theo looks out of place and uncertain in the middle of the Stilinski kitchen, but he nods, "I wanted to make breakfast before you woke up."

Stiles lifts a brow, "Oh."

"You're going to Deaton, aren't you? Fix this?" The Sheriff asks, standing closer and putting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. He squints his eyes at Stiles.

"Yeah," Stiles meets Theo's eyes, and the latter's smile recedes to a clenching jaw before dropping his gaze to the eggs he's whisking, more aggressively now.

His dad nods, satisfied and pats his back. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything." Sending one last glance at Theo and a small encouraging smile to Stiles, Noah leaves the kitchen and pads his way upstairs.

Silence fills the space, and Stiles rubs the side of his jaw, watching Theo pour milk on the yolk. He takes a tentative step forward, "You want-" he delays, waiting for Theo to raise his head. He points to the bowl. "You want me to do that?"

Theo's forehead creases, "I know how to cook scrambled eggs, Stiles,"

Stiles pauses, "Of course," he hastily agrees, hand flailing in the direction of the refrigerator. "I'll just get... juice, then." He stalks away to the said fridge, biting his nails at the awkward air, taking up space between and around them.

He closes his eyes for a moment, letting his face feel the icy chill of the refrigerator as he gathers his thoughts in order. When he opens them again, Stiles huffs determinedly, nodding to himself. 

It's time to fix Theo.

~•~

After suffering through the quietest, most tension-filled breakfast of his life, Stiles, and Theo finally climb into the Jeep to the animal clinic. They had to open Theo's truck for his change of clothes, and Stiles shudders at the mess inside. He gives Theo his pair of black jeans that at least appear clean and Theo's pink sweater that the man scrutinizes for a whole minute before pulling into them. There's also a scarf that Theo reluctantly places around his neck for the cold.

Theo hasn't spoken sentences the entire time, just moving around sluggishly and responding with half-hearted little noises. He looks worse for wear, and the dark circles under his eyes are much more evident than the previous day. He probably didn't sleep well last night. 

Stiles only finds his attention straying to Theo's nape and the tattoo there a handful of times. But he is definitely going to ask Deaton about it. Tattoos don't just glow, and with their current predicament, Stiles is one hundred percent sure that it has a part of it, if not the cause itself.

As they go, Theo stays speechless, contentedly scowling as he looks ahead. He behaves so jarringly uncharacteristic like a different Theo has replaced the old one that Stiles knows. The Theo that Stiles remembers, even under stress, was always annoyingly present, running his smart, smug mouth in which they are similar. This one, though, is just passive and detached. It's like he exists in another world inside his head, which now Stiles thinks about it, is the case. False memories, and personal details about Stiles, are planted in his head, and the big questions are who did it and why?

Stiles worries his lips; Deaton has to have answers because Stiles can't spend his Holiday break babysitting a Theo who calls him babe and knows one too many secret information about his life.

Stiles wets his lips and decides to break their wordless companionship. "So, before we get to Deaton," Stiles begins, looking at him sideways as he drives. "I need to tell you a few things so that things don't pile up on you all at once at the clinic."

Theo turns to him, face carefully blank. "At the clinic where you'll fix me?"

Stiles looks at him, surprised at his bitter tone.

"I don't understand how I'm broken." Theo's impassive expression bleeds to rising anger. "I lose consciousness, and suddenly I need fixing?" He shakes his head, slumping back in his seat. His voice is softer when he adds, but Stiles hears the fright in it. "And the worse thing is I believe it. I don't belong here."

Stiles sets his jaw and swallows. "We're going to find out what happened," he intones, summoning the confidence to his words. "For now, I need to explain everything to you, but you can't interrupt me," he meets Theo's blue eyes. "No matter how outlandish and absurd I'm going to sound, you have to listen."

Theo's eyes soften after a moment of consideration, though his features remain taut. "I fell unconscious in New York while snow fighting with you and woke up in different clothes, in a different city, on the other side of the coast where you and your dad are here but treat me almost as a stranger. I don't think there's anything crazier than that."

Stiles scoffs, "You'd be surprised."

~•~

They are parked outside the animal clinic for a good ten minutes now. Stiles is drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, and Theo is staring down at his protruded claws, horrified but at least not in hysterics. Stiles's reaction to finding out his blunt nails grow to razor-sharp claws after hearing about the supernatural only less than an hour ago would be downright manic.

"I have claws," he says breathlessly, finally registering the fact. He turns to Stiles wide-eyed.

"You have fangs, too," Stiles adds. Theo's eyes widen another fraction. "And your eyes glow."

Theo shakes his head, mouth hanging slightly open.

He's taking this much better than Stiles had expected. He narrated the story beginning the night of the Senior's Scribe, up to that point when Theo left Beacon Hills without any word. Of course, he leaves out the gory details -let Theo remember those when he retrieves his memories- about his sister, the other chimeras he killed for power, killing Scott, leaving Lydia catatonic, and a few other horrid things.

Stiles tells Theo, though, a SparkNotes version, about how he's a science experiment of the Dread Doctors and that he almost destroyed Stiles's pack. He also tells Theo that he temporarily went underground for his attempts but freed later to help them with the Ghost Riders, then Gerard's hunters.

Theo's face distorts, gazing at Stiles like he has discovered a horrendous fact. "So that was really my truck in your driveway?"

Stiles heaves a weighty sigh. He doesn't know if it's in relief or exhaustion. At least, whatever they'll discover with Deaton, won't probably faze them both too much.

~•~

"A witch?" Stiles repeats flatly, eyes locked on Deaton. "A witch did this to Theo?"

Theo looks thoughtful, standing opposite Stiles at Deaton's exam table. The veterinarian -part-time druid and supernatural guru- is close behind Theo, tipping the man's head back to examine the tattoo on his nape.

He steps back from the chimera and nods, "Yes and no."

Stiles's nose flares as he exhales. He hates it when Deaton does this. His arms go up in the air, pointedly staring hard at the vet, to prompt him to spit out the rest of his riddle.

Deaton probably senses Stiles's impatience because his lips curl a little, maybe in disapproval, but whatever. "It is indeed a witch's mark, but it means no harm to the bearer. It could be a protective symbol even. It's called a Triquetra."

Theo rubs the back of his neck, putting back the scarf around it. "What's that?"

"It's similar to triskeles," Deaton says to Stiles, referencing Derek's triskelion tattoo, which they're both familiar with, "It's Celtic and also known as a trinity knot. It could represent a lot of triplicities: life-death-rebirth, past-present-future, body-mind-soul, or simply a symbol of protection."

Theo licks his lips, drawing his eyebrows together. "So it's not doing anything to me?"

"Nothing ill-disposed," Deaton answers him. His eyes fall to Theo's collar. "But maybe we should look into that necklace of yours." He points at the said item peeking lightly under the scarf. 

Theo unquestioningly takes off the necklace and hands it to Deaton's waiting hand, watching expectantly as the veterinarian studies the object.

Deaton hums and returns the necklace after a short while. "It's a hypnosis necklace, laced with magic. And carved within is the pagan symbol for sleep."

Theo frowns, at a loss.

So Deaton simplifies, "It makes you fall asleep,"

Theo snorts, "That's a joke. I never slept a wink last night."

Deaton's lips press to a line, "Whatever the exact magic the witch placed in the item, I can't tell. You will have to get the answers from them."

Stiles crosses his arms, his head starting to swim again, unable to stop the remarks from coming out of his mouth. "How can we find this witch? Do you think they hand out receipts when they put their symbols on people and give them jewelry for hypnosis?"

"You don't need to find them," Deaton drawls, obviously done with the conversation, letting the statement hang for a period. They trade puzzled glances with each other, and then Deaton finishes. "They'll come to you."

~•~

[elefseija]

In regards of love: .eros.

A/N: and here I am with the second short story 8D I am afraid this time I went a bit beyond the suggestive so please, if you feel uncomfortable feel free to skip this! On a merrier and funnier note: I’ll mention Barnaby and long hair because YES in my aislingverse Barnaby lets his hair grow and he basically ends up looking like Ubbe (I mean. yes.). Just to let you know, eheh. Also, important disclaimer: CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE. TW: suggestive, not suitable for minors?

In regards of love: .agape. (first short story) .eros. (second short story)

. . ☘️ ☘️ ☘️ . . 

Eros: romantic, sensual love (BarnAis)

Barnaby’s own deep sigh stirred him awake from his slumber – the velvety skin under his fingertips slipped away as Aisling crawled out of their safe refuge, the warm blankets. Her head was still an adorable mess, a mixture of dizziness and blissfulness that made her movements uncertain. Aisling slowly stretched out her arms, muffling a yawn as she blinked a few times – her back arched in the effort and the blanket slipped off of her right shoulder, revealing her bare skin Barnaby had already mapped with his delicate touch, inch by inch. She ran a hand through her hair, messy and wavy locks falling on her shoulders and back – silvery light would paint her skin, moonlight filtering through the window. Her hair had gotten longer, Barnaby mumbled – as if he had not already touched it and pulled it with utmost kindness. And her scars were barely noticeable, as if nothing bad or dangerous had grazed the sanctuary of her body.   Barnaby felt it – that wave of healthy possessiveness that wanted him to pull her back to him, shield her from everything. His own hands would move towards her on its own accord. He silently pawed at the now empty spot near him (already cold), fingers clutched at the blanket and threw it away from Barnaby’s path. The mattress softly creaked as Aisling carefully pushed and steadied herself on her feet, hands pushing against the bed – as Barnaby shifted swiftly and pushed on his knees to reach for her. So she tried to turn at the sound -failing in the attempt-: with such strength he pulled her back on the bed before she could see him, air pushing out of her lungs almost forcefully. A gasp that held no fear, a squeal that hid a laugh and made his heart race faster, that sleepy growl that warmed her chest. She was right where she belonged. In his arms. «Are you already leaving?» Barnaby smirked, chin resting on the crook of her neck, and Aisling could not fight that grin spreading on her lips. «No, mo sholas,» a much needed deep breathe she had to take, «I just could not sleep.» (Out of that sheer excitement and happiness she would feel in her beating heart and in her needy hands.) She felt the mattress dipping once again behind her – another shift of weight that had her lose her balance. And his warm touch claimed her skin once again. She was still breathing deeply, so light the shivers that ran through her spine. He was pleased. She was pleased as well. First, his fingers combed through her untamed corvine locks: just some pulls at the knots, then let them fall back on her left shoulder. «Barnaby,» a chuckle that filled her voice and made it tremble, «what are you d-»«Hush,» he kissed the triskell tattoo on her nape with worshipping tenderness, as his hands were slowly caressing her shoulders. And Aisling could just shiver again under his hands, tense pleasantly under his caring and tender touch, bite that sigh that oh so desperately wanted to escape. Just a little further down, his hands rested on her hips – her muscles would tense again. His lips caressed reverently the vegvisir resting between her shoulder blades. (And his breathe was so warm against her now colder skin.) Aisling had to close her emerald eyes, lean back against his touch (just give herself) – breathe deeply. Just a squeal as Barnaby’s fingertips traced the long vertical line of runes tattooed on her spine – she arched her back, and his left arm snaked around her waist, keeping her still. Barnaby could not help but relish and indulge in those little, soft, pleased gasps that shook her amused chuckle, or the way the clenched her jaw and bite on her lower lips – just a soft groan muffled against her skin he could not control, as she grabbed his knee with her left hand, nails digging into his skin - and her breathe was stuck in her throat. Her soft stroking movements had Barnaby’s grip around her waist tightened just a tad. And his own left hand now grabbed hers all of a sudden, on a primordial urge – he brought it to his lips, kissed each knuckle tenderly. Aisling would pull his hand towards her, a reverent and adoring kiss on his palm. A playful bite on his wrist that forced him to let go of her – fight back as he bit on her shoulder, near the ivies coloring her skin. Another pleasant gasp she could (would) not hide as her chest heaved with warm air. And her hand sneaked through his hair, pulled his loosened braid - as she rested her head against his shoulder. «You let your hair grow,» she laughed, and short was her breath, «I’m sorry I pulled at it so many times. I was a bit rough tonight.» (Wasn’t it ironic - both of them relishing in the soft, silky sensation.) So she said, the one whose skin had soft hidden bruises blooming in darker shades of pink – every inch of it was now caressed lovingly by Barnaby. «I think I can forgive you,» his murmur hid a mischievous laugh, a dangerous growl that made Aisling’s senses tingle.   Claiming arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. He felt warm. He felt wonderful. «I missed you,» a soft whisper, and the petrichor scent of her hair filled his nose once again, and the wild strawberries sweetened the taste of her skin as he gently bit her neck. «I missed you too.» And after months of separation, right then and there and with Barnaby so close, Aisling could think of nothing else.

[clotpolesonly]

for @laurahale-appreciation week day 2! there’s plenty of angst to go around, but i needed some sibling fluff in my life.

| Laura & Cora & Derek | Gen | 900w | Hale Family Feels | Tattoos |

(also on AO3)

It was a few months before things were quiet enough for them to do this. And another few weeks before anyone dug up the courage to broach the subject. None of them wanted to be presumptuous, and their new relationship was still too fragile for anyone to want to rock the boat.

In the end, it was Cora, always the bravest of them all.

“So those tats,” she had said one day, as casually as she could manage. “When’d you get those anyway?”

Laura had glanced over at Derek, shirtless and sweaty from their workout, the triskele standing out starkly against the pale skin of his back. Her fingers had found her own tattoo, a matching symbol inked onto her right inner forearm.

“About a year after the fire,” she’d said. “Had to find a sketchy artist who would let Derek get it when he was under 18, but it wasn’t like we were risking hepatitis or anything. We did the blowtorching on each other later.”

Cora had nodded a few times. “Cool, that’s… That’s cool.” She’d swigged the last of her water, tossed it aside, and thrown herself back up to the pull-up bar for another rep.

Laura and Derek had exchanged a look.

Now, here they were, in the same sketchy tattoo parlor that had given Scott his tattoo. Cora’s leg was bouncing aggressively, but her face was a mask of determination. Beside her, Derek was hiding a smile behind his hand as if he hadn’t been every bit as nervous eight years ago. Laura reached around behind Cora to pinch him.

The tattoo artist came back before he could retaliate, sketch in hand to verify the design one last time. It was simple, just 3 solid black spirals. Cora still looked to the both of them for confirmation before giving the tattooist the final nod.

“You sure you want to do this?” Laura asked. “You look like you’re about to vibrate out of your skin, and he hasn’t even gotten the gun out yet.”

“You sure you want me to do this?”

Laura frowned. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?”

For a moment, it seemed like Cora wasn’t going to answer. It wouldn’t be unusual; she wasn’t exactly the most talkative person to start with, and she had a habit of shutting down completely. Derek did the same thing sometimes, when he was upset or feeling vulnerable or afraid. Usually he would still talk to Laura, at least, eventually, but that was because he knew and trusted her more than anyone. Things were a little more complicated with Cora, after all the years they had spent apart—after all the years that Cora had spent alone and fending for herself—but they were working on it.

Bit by bit, they were working on it.

The work showed when Cora bit her lip, ducked her head so that her hair fell forward to hide her face, and said, “I don’t know. It just… I guess, it just seems like a you thing, you know? You two got them together and have had them for years. I wasn’t there for all that.”

It was a good thing that a heart breaking didn’t have a sound. Laura shared another look with Derek, her pain reflected back at her in his eyes. She had to swallow hard before she could speak.

“Cora,” she said, laying a hand on her sister’s thigh. “Do you know what this symbol means?”

The curtain of hair rippled, and Laura knew that Cora was rolling her eyes. “Of course I do. Alpha, beta, omega. We all learned it.”

“That’s one of its meanings,” Derek said. “It can also symbolize land, sea, and sky. Past, present, and future. Life, death, and rebirth.”

“But do you want to know what it’s always meant for us?” Laura asked. “What we were thinking about when we got our tattoos?”

Cora peeked out from behind her hair, reluctantly curious. “What?”

Squeezing her leg, Laura smiled and said, “Family, Cora. The three of us.”

Derek’s arm came down around Cora’s shoulder, pulling her in so that he could press a kiss to the side of her head. “Just because you weren’t there, that doesn’t mean that you weren’t with us.”

With a hitched breath that might’ve hid a sob, the tension fled from Cora’s shoulders. She slumped against Derek’s side and she took Laura’s hand in her own, threading their fingers together and holding on tight.

Laura squeezed back, eyes burning with tears. She wiped them away before anyone could see because she had a reputation to maintain and being that level of sappy was just not acceptable. The tattooist had finished setting up his station and laying out his equipment, and he definitely saw, but he seemed content to let them have their moment for now. He winked when he caught Laura’s eye.

She leaned against Cora and said, “At heart, the triskele is about motion. About moving forward.”

Cora’s “Yeah?” was muffled in Derek’s shoulder. He chuckled.

“Yeah. So maybe you weren’t with us in the past—”

“—but you’re with us in the present,” Laura finished. “And you’ll be with us in the future. That’s what this tattoo will mean to us now.”

Cora’s smile, when she emerged from Derek’s embrace, was watery, but bright and genuine.

“So,” Laura said. “You sure you want to do this?”

“More than anything.”